Such was the beginning of the acquaintance of these two, and in some cases might have been its end. But with them it was not so. Arthur conceived a sincere admiration for Godfrey who could speak like this to a stranger, and at Scoones’ and as much as possible outside, haunted him like a shadow. Soon it was a regular thing for Godfrey to go to dine at the old Georgian house in Queen Anne’s Gate upon Sunday evenings, where he became popular with the rather magnificent early-Victorian aunt who thought that he exercised a good influence upon her nephew. Sometimes, too, Arthur would accompany Godfrey to Hampstead and sit smoking and making furtive caricatures of him and Mrs. Parsons, while he worked and she beamed admiration. The occupation sounds dull, but somehow Arthur did not find it so; he said that it rested his overwrought brain.
“Look here, old fellow,” said Godfrey at length, “have you any intention of passing that examination of yours?”
“In the interests of the Diplomatic Service and of the country I think not,” replied Arthur reflectively. “I feel that it is a case where true altruism becomes a duty.”
“Then what do you mean to do with yourself?”
“Don’t know. Live on my money, I suppose, and on that of my respected aunt after her lamented decease which, although I see no signs of it, she tells me she considers imminent.”
“I don’t wonder, Arthur, with you hanging about the house. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. A man is made to work his way through the world, not to idle.”
“Like a beetle boring through wood, not like a butterfly flitting over flowers; that’s what you mean, isn’t it? Well, butterflies are nicer than beetles, and some of us like flowers better than dead wood. But, I say, old chap, do you mean it?”
“I do, and so does your aunt.”
“Let us waive my aunt. Like the poor she is always with us, and I, alas! am well acquainted with her views, which are those of a past epoch. But I am not obstinate; tell me what to do and I’ll do it—anything except enter the Diplomatic Service, to lie abroad for the benefit of my country, in the words of the ancient saying.”
“There is no fear of that, for you would never pass the examination,” said the practical Godfrey. “You see, you are too clever,” he added by way of explanation, “and too much occupied with a dozen things of which examiners take no account, the merits of the various religious systems, for instance.”